we carved each other's names into our hearts. yours have long faded, new initials covering the scar tissue i once held claim to.
we carved each other's names into our hearts. mine are still bleeding, wounds still fresh and the pain now sharp instead of pleasant.
i scratch and scratch, reopening the scabs before they can fully form, almost asking for the pain to stay. i think that if the pain will stay, then maybe you will too.
i bite my nails anxiously as i heal, praying i won't be able to claw my heart open again. but this time, its not me scratching. you're slashing at the bandaids, tearing them off along with the new growth.
you're scratching harder now, laughing as you watch the blood pour out.
when will i stop bleeding out for you?




















